“Mmm. Kinky, Baby.”
Gripping my face, he slammed forward so hard I saw stars. What I thought was pain before turned into a blazing fire that made my throat feel numb in its wake. He was truly fucking my damn face.
The gun dropped to the ground for him to get a better hold on my face, but there was no way of grabbing it. I didn’t know where it fell.
I couldn’t see anything but him.
I couldn’t see through the ever constant tears streaming down my face, and Judas’s blurry image lit with the moonlight shining through the broken window.
“I am done playing, Randy,” he warned, yanking my hair so tight it made my head throb more.
I didn’t know what he meant. Was he letting me go? Used and discarded?
“Though I love watching your cock grow from tasting me.”
I growled around him, knowing he was right. I’d leaked so much precome at this point that I looked like I’d pissed myself.
My pants were soaked, and the stickiness rubbed against my legs with his movements. I had never been this hard. Even when having actual sex with a woman, feeling their wet orgasms over and over.
Nothing was like this. I felt like a simple brush of fabric would be enough to make me come. A new fear took hold, and I felt my cheeks pale.
Please fucking don’t…
As if he read my mind, or maybe the pathetic desperation on my face, he moved his foot off my legs, getting a better grip on my head with both his feet stationed in front of me.
His foot pressed down on my cock, and I couldn’t deny the fucking sound coming out of my mouth.
Strangled. That’s what I was. Strangled, unable to fucking breathe from this madman. Those damning eyes glittered with newfound interest, and he pressed harder into my crotch.
“Oh, fuck…Stop that!”
He didn’t stop. He pressed even harder, forcing my erection to bend to my balls. God, this fucking killed me.
So why the fuck was I panting like a dog?
“Little Chip,” I warned, his dick pulling out of my throat enough for me to get a few rapid inhales of breath.
I had only been getting oxygen through my nose until now, and the feeling of actual air made my head swim. The joy of getting a simple breath was short-lived when I felt Judas jerk my face up to his. I felt like a fucking ragdoll and made a mental note to kill myself even more in the goddamn gym. I couldn’t let myself be overpowered like this.
Fuck him.
Fuck me.
“Is that your baton, piggy, or do you just love the way I fuck your filthy mouth?”
I spit sticky saliva out of my mouth onto the floor, his precome leaving a thick coating on my tongue that hung out of my mouth like spider webs.
“Fuck you,” I said, falling onto the ground from the weakness in my knees. I was so shaken.
I couldn’t even get up, and Judas knew it. Reveling in the fact that he didn’t have to manhandle me to make me his fucking bitch anymore. I was too tired, my fight seeping out of me like mist into the floor below me. I was as unsteady as the broken beams around us, tattered like the broken noose rope swinging above our heads. His words echoed from earlier.
Beautifully broken.
“Fuuuuck, Liebling. Get ready, my good fucking boy. Mmm. Enjoy the reward of your tight fucking throat working so damn hard.”
His come hit my mouth, the thick liquid sickeningly warm as it covered my face, stinging my already blurred vision, and replacing any form of dignity or authority I felt I had with him.
He was off fucking leash and flaunting it in the most degrading way possible. He left my throat so he could taint the entirety of my body. It was not enough to just come down my damn throat and ease the fucking burn. No, he had to break me fully.
